Eye Water

A lot of people don't see that there's still a movement left in hip hop. It seems like the underground is getting pushed further and further down; well we're pushing back.

JB Nimble:
Under attack, gun to the back of the industry
Gimmicky wannabe rapper are trapped
kissing the feet of the cackling puppet masters
who eat off a plate that they don't understand
Building commodity freaks to keep the upper hand
The structure can't stand alone
so they're feeding dollars into the machine until it shits out another clone
The fifteen minutes of fame is getting closer to actually being 15 minutes and it's a shame
The worst part is that the ones who work the hardest
will probably never garner the exposure of most commercial artists
to grow a perfect garden the soil has to be fertile first
so this goes to those with a blood-curdling thirst
we've got the building blocks, the will to talk 'til we hit the top
spilling thoughts to fill up the balloon until it pops
The network is growing daily showing more worth
We're blowing up, I just hope that we do it before the Earth

It's the shows, the flows, the people in the front row,
the ones yelling homie that song goes,
and it's the nights alone writing at home
to try to touch someone I don't even know
yo
It's the shows, the flows, the people in the front row,
the ones yelling homie that song goes,
and it's the nights alone writing at home
to try to touch someone I don't even know

Rahman Jamaal:
I met this battle rapper, he said hip hop was dead
like the only reason for rhyming is to spit off the head
and his ability to shit talk is cred
heroes with out the capability to step off the pedestal and rip off the fed
need to get off the meds, fuck all that herb talkin'
blowin' the high of real men that keep their word walking'
the walk with reserve options
everyone's out for self above everyone else, and that's the first problem
like a black nationalist who shouldn't have to exist
taking the blame for being racist and reverse crossin'
a hyper masculine kid braggin' about all his drug money in public
fallin' in love with the girl prostin'
the result is an attitude that lacks the aptitude to rap against the status quo
reinforced by the world watchin'
while the industry pimps anything that convinces fans to think
we don't have to question everything that we've heard often
honey's pure, money lures, dummies war running scores
leaving love hungry untrusting whores
buildin' gimmicks children mimic when it's somebody's born
off deception shutting doors is the norm when the core's rotten

It's the shows, the flows, the people in the front row,
the ones yelling homie that song goes,
and it's the nights alone writing at home
to try to touch someone I don't even know
yo
It's the shows, the flows, the people in the front row,
the ones yelling homie that song goes,
and it's the nights alone writing at home
to try to touch someone I don't even know

Browse:
I think there’s something in the water, I can taste it when I fill my lips
They tried to snuff the spirit out like how I killed the spliff
I take my people to the streets and lead the pilgrimage
It’s time to take the city over, let’s rebuild this bitch
So now we tango with the tangles in the line
I’m choking on my words like I’m strangled by the rhymes
Fill the body bags up with the educated few
And celebrate the ignorance of jaded youth
It’s too late to move, we gotta battle on
We light the torch and bring the soldiers into Babylon
The march of vagabonds, hungry for the revolution
Whatever it takes to wake you up and get you moving
And from the disillusioned views of majority
We’re sort of being forcibly pushed to act accordingly
Now you’ve been cordially invited to the second coming
It’s time to wake the fuck up before you’re left with nothing
We got the best of something beautiful
Suitably arranged into megabytes, soon to be deranged
The bluest of the flame lit the fire in the basement
Let’s burn this motherfucker to the pavement, come on